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For the record, this is self-destructive For the record, I'm aware of that For the record, I've been picturing her body Draped over the sofa wearing nothing but her hat For the record I'm screwed For the record, this can still go my way For the record, I can keep my pride All I have to do is keep us focused on the questions Each one of her responses will remind me how she lied That's the answer That's what I'll do I'll use the 36, 36, 36, 36 questions As a lifeline And of course I have sympathy For the pathological liar who did this to me And yes, I admit I wish I could touch her But the questions will make one thing clear There's nothing left of my old life to spare No matter how much I may... Ta-da! What's up? What do you think? About what? My jersey, go SeaWolves! Yeah, huh, go SeaWolves, anyway I was just, uh, setting the table here Oh I don't know why I did that, that's weird It makes perfect sense to me It's kinda like a weird first date Which is why we really ought to have more booze I have whiskey, but, um, did you, did you want wine? Do you have wine? Yeah The glass shattered on the chiller Last night but I think the reds are okay I'll just, uh, yeah, I'll get 'em I'll be right back Stay with Judith, Henry Hey, Henry I can't imagine all the horrible stuff you've heard about me Well, it's all true You don't seem like the kind of duck who holds a grudge You're not a whiskey drinker, are you? No, you keep your wits about you I like that For the record, I did not expect this I really thought that it would be a harder sell I came up with this plan at 4 a.m. on Interstate 10 How was I to know that it would work so well? For the record I haven't thought a lot about the way I'll answer I guess I'm still afraid that I might lie If only I could make him see, if I was given the choice Of telling him the truth or sticking knives into my eyes I'd pick the knives But I'll survive I'll treat the 36, 36, 36, 36 questions As a passtime 36, 36, 36, 36 questions Just like last time And maybe it's wrong to say But his defense and distance will not sway Me from believing this is possible If he didn't love me anymore Then why the hell did he open the front door? I think it's a sign that he– Hey What's up? There's a good chance that this wine is terrible I– I'd settle for drinkable I make no promises, oh, you lit candles Yeah, I thought it would help set the mood What's "the mood"? Hopeful? Just like our first date When we sat on your carpet Drank two bottles of wine This is different Two years have gone by My whole life was a lie But there's something that feels so familiar We've been here before Staring at each other Suddenly caring for each other Moving on to Question two "Would you like to be famous? In what way?" We're asking 36, 36, 36, 36 questions To each other Tonight's 36 reasons why you and I cannot be Healthy for each other We're asking 36, 36, 36, 36 questions tonight 36, 36, 36, 36 questions For the second time 36, 36, 36, 36 questions For the last time 36, 36, 36, 36 questions For the last time 36, 36, 36, 36 questions For the last time 36, 36, 36, 36 questions For the last time 36, 36, 36, 36 This will be the last thing
Writer(s): Ellen Winter, Chris Littler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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